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A
fter that, the little prince climbed a high mountain. The
only mountains he had ever known were the three
volcanoes, which came up to his knees. And he used the
extinct volcano as a foot-stool. “From a mountain as high as
this one,” he said to himself, “I shall be able to see the whole

planet at one glance, and all the people…”
But he saw nothing, save peaks of rock that were
sharpened like needles.

“Good morning,” he said courteously.
“Good morning-Good morning-Good morning,”

answered the echo.
“Who are you?” said the little prince.
“Who are you-Who are you-Who are you?” answered

the echo.
“Be my friends. I am all alone,” he said.
“I am all alone-all alone-all alone,” answered the echo.

“What a queer planet!” he thought. “It is altogether
dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and
forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat
whatever one says to them… On my planet I had a flower; she
always was the first to speak…”

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